My interest as a writer is not in reflecting actual human speech, which, of course, does not occur in sentences and is totally undiagrammable. My interest is in trying to reflect the reality of experience - how we feel when we talk to each other, how we feel when we're engaging with questions that interest us.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.

You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.

Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands.

Facts, even false ones, cannot be copyrighted.

Margo says, "I know what she's talking about. The something deeper and more secret. It's like cracks inside of you. Like there are these fault lines where things don't meet up right.

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.